G Herbo – Off Days Lyrics

 

Off Days Lyrics

 

But I’m still no limit
Ay
Shout out to the bros
Yeah

I was the only n**** that was showing love and getting hate
All these days, I wake up early, stay up late (I’m up)
You can’t see me, I’m out the way
I live in different states
So I’ll get a n**** smoked and I’m skippin’ States

Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake
Get a n**** sprayed, I’m still praying this shit pay off
But a n**** paid
All this shit, I don’t take no day off
I be working on my day off
I been praying this shit pay off

Mama, lil’ n**** made it
And Ion be feeling like celebrating shit, but every day I’m getting faded
And everybody round me know that I’m rich
But somehow I’m still plotting on a lick
Street n**** ain’t on celebrity shit
And I don’t want to take no celebrity pics
Paranoid, I got a ride with a blick
And I’ma score ’cause I don’t want to even the score
Picking up bags, I been on the road so much, I ain’t even been touring
Remember we slidin’, can’t wait to catch a n**** ridin’ with one
We was riding with four

Me and the bros totin’ poles
Stuck in the hood, I was missing shows
N**** ain’t never played with me and they know they can’t play with the bros
Locked in, we gon’ stay by the code
And they knowing whatever I’m saying, it goes
N***** they know, it’s big G Herbo
Ay, there he go, it’s big G Herbo
Better not run up on G Herbo
‘Cause he might have an AK in the Rolls, yeah
There go Swerv’

I was the only n**** that was showing love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I’m up)
You can’t see me, I’m out the way
I live in different States
So I’ll get a n**** smoked and I’m skippin’ States

Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake
Get a n**** sprayed, I’m still praying this shit pay off
But a n**** paid
All this shit, I don’t take no day off
I be working on my day off
I been praying this shit pay off

Pay me out, pay me out, I want the max
Ain’t with that, what he say? We out
I’ve been doing this shit for Max
Spread blood and we got tats
Real bitch went rap to trap
Blew 150 racks max

Foenem splattin’ out caskets gats
And we setting up traps for a rat
Shooting a movie, if it’s action
I might have to pop out and attack
Shooting a movie, I’m on set in a black truck
I’m hopping out in the back
Try to attack us but we was moving tactic
It was too many ‘Lac trucks

These n***** rap, but you rappin’ ’bout us?
You the same one got clapped up
I got rich off rap, blogs be talking ’bout us
Them bodies ain’t even attached to us
I be so low key, n***** be talking ’bout me
And that shit ain’t even match up
When them shots barked, I was like Rosa Parks
I’m way in the back of the bus